Living in the present….

Most of us live in time warp. Trust me, we are never in sync with time, either we are ahead of it or are engaged somewhere in the past. Both the ways gives you only trouble. People who care a lot about future, spoil their today, people who keep thinking over past also lose their today. Today is the time when you can mend the errors of your past and create a beautiful tomorrow.

Sadly, we dont live in today, we do not cherish the moments that we get today. Only tiny tots live in today. They are neither worried about their tomorrow nor are they tensed up over their yesterdays. They live in today, enjoy every moment of it. May be that is the reason why they look so happy, for they live in today.

Modern ways of life has made life a hastier one, an insecure one. This is the era of insecurity, anxiety, where we are always worried about our tomorrow. Thinking about tomorrow is ok, making good deeds for tomorrow is a nice thing to do, but should it be at the cost of your today.

I always remember one of my boss, an ever smiling person, whenever someone asked him, how his day was, he always said, it was excellent. Once i asked him, why he said so, he said, today is the beautiful day that god gives you, your today will not come tomorrow or yesterday, you have to live the moment today itself.

But how many of us really do live in today…


The train of life…

On one such hectic morning mad rush on one of the busiest stations in suburban mumbai, i found myself aloof in crowd, no.. boarding in overcrowded train would have never been my agenda, for me discretion was better part of valor and travel was just a mean to reach ends..

But somehow on that day i just could not stop wondering the similarity between the fast zooming trains and our lives. The pace in which our lives move, we move, from the destinations of being a toddler, to childhood to teenage to youth to maturity to oldage to eternity is similar to the destinations that a train takes. The only difference being that the train makes return journey, whereas our journey continues from being no one to being no one again. Dust thou art, dust thou, return, was not spoken of the soul.. rightly says the old sayings..

But dont we really relish these destinations? Just like we enjoy travelling, suppose you are travelling by a fast train from dombivli to cst, the train halts at thane, ghatkopar, kurla, dadar and byculla before reaching its destination. Dont we really enjoy the journey, howsoever, jam packed the train may be, look at the faces at the people who get outside view from the window – especially the window seated luckier ones. For years these souls travel through same routes, but the gaiety the joy on their faces while seeing their train run fast is visible on their faces. They all seem to relish their journey. As in life, dont we enjoy all kind of destinations we reach through, the childhood days are the best ones for even the septuagenarian. The days of our youthful zest, the ages of maturity all are enjoyed by us. Dont we love to live?? We all do..

A routine traveller by local trains can be a good face reader, if he can look around himself. One can see people of varied attitude, looks habits, likings, one can easily surmise their nature from their behavior. The arrogant, self confident (sometimes overconfident ones) would be the ones who stand very near the platform and just attack the compartment before the train pulls break. Those are the ones who easily get the seats of their likings. These people though live life on the edge. One error and they end playing up with their lives. Is the seat that important to risk your life? one cannot stop wondering..

The other ones, the opportunistic ones, somehow squeeze in and grab the very first opportunity to sit. Their eyes are watchful and pry on the very slim chances to get seats.

The next one comes the timid ones, the poor souls who wait for their chance to squeeze in, somehow scramble a corner to stand, bear all the blows they receive from fellow travellers without uttering a word.

The last one comes the lost ones, they are either pushed into the compartment without their wishes or enter it without knowing whether they’ve boarded the right train. These poor folks usually end up on the losing side, alight at wrong destinations.